Pro Boner [Fiction] [MF] [Oral]

This is a short story I wrote a couple months back that is an adaptation of a Super Deepthroat dialogue of mine that I also wrote. I do hope you’ll all enjoy reading this one (written from a female POV):

First, there’s the knock at my door that almost makes me fall from my chair, and then there’s that same monotonous tone from my secretary.

“Mrs. Blair, your client is ready. Shall I let him into your office now?” she asks from behind my closed door. *Ugh, great. Naptime just has to be over, doesn’t it?* I think to myself in my sleep-deprived stupor. An hour ago, I was doing research for around six different cases before dozing off.

“Uh, give me a moment, Linda. I just need to clear some things up first,” I drowsily reply, almost slurring. After a couple more seconds of shut-eye, I finally force myself to get up. I’m really going to miss laying my head on my cool desk.

Vengeance of a Scorned Dyke [FF]

CW: rape

Respect women, y’all. I do not condone harming women in any way. Talk your feelings out!

My first story! I welcome feedback and comments. :)

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It’s been a long day at work. This project has me really frustrated and tense. I come through my front door, dump all my stuff in the hallway, and let out a heavy sigh. I need to relax tonight. I head to my bedroom. Maybe I just need to get out of my head. I find myself drawn to my wardrobe.

Without thinking, my hand finds its way to my sex toy drawer. This could be just what I need. I pull it open and I rummage through the assortment of goodies. I find a giant black dildo. I forgot I had bought this. It’s super fucking big, plus it has that weird smell. I don’t think it’s body safe so I’ve never tried it. To be honest, it scares me. I never got rid of it as sometimes it’s fun just to wear it. I put on my harness and I manage to fit it in the largest ring. I strut around my bedroom, catching glimpses of myself in the mirror. I feel my pussy getting wetter. Wow. This thing makes me feel powerful. I could really destroy a pussy with this. My mind wanders as I picture it.

My cousin(f)37 and me (m)25

So I’ve always had this fantasy. Well not always but for a long time, about me fucking one of my cousins. I always dreamt about it to myself when I would jack off. It made me feel so dirty! I’d shoot huge loads thinking about the taboo.

Well after a long and busy night of boozing with the boys, we ended up back at my apartment. Semi- coherent and horny as fuck I began to scroll though my Facebook messenger to see what girls were online and that I could flirt with. As I scroll down I seen some girls I’ve know for years and that knew me pretty well. But I also seen my older cousin online. She’s a 37 year old with a few kids, nice big ass and tits. I’m not saying she’s a 10 but she’s looks great for 37! I figured hey, go big or go home right? So I messaged her a classic “hey”. We get to talking and I figure out she has a Snapchat. So I ask her to move our convo to there.

Blushing From the Inside Out [F/M] [Warning: Blood Play and light S/M]

“Madam, unbutton my shirt” Chris purred as I perched at the foot of the bed. Obediently, I unhooked each button. My fingertips brushed his bare stomach and slowed with the final two. Chris stood before me with a simpering look. “Now remove yours”, he continued, allowing his shirt to fall from his shoulders. His hands run up my sides encouraging me as I lift my shirt over my head. “Very good girl.” I kiss his stomach three times, descending south, and look up at him. His head rolls back with a slow audible exhale. My fingers slowly undo the five buttons of his jeans as I slide from the bed to my knees. The knobby pile of the rug digs into my knees. Chris gathers my loose hair, “Show me what a good girl you can be.” Slower still, my fingers hook his side belt loops and I pull his jeans past his hips. His cock is achingly hard through his cotton boxer briefs. “Yes, Sir,” I answer obediently and pull them down. My tongue slides up the length of his shaft with a gentle suck of the tip as he meets my upward gaze. His grip of my false ponytail tightens and his hips force his cock deeper into my mouth until it hits the back of my throat. While I suck on the head of his cock, my hand strokes him and twists. My head is gently jerked back, “if you keep at that, I’m going to come all over your gorgeous tits, princess.” Butterflies flutter in my stomach and I smirk while keeping eye contact.

The Worshipers [Fiction] [MF] [Light NonCon]

Author’s note: this is an original, peripheral story set in a world I’ve been developing for a few years now. I write stories like this one to help me get a better grasp on building the world and its culture. I’m very interested to get any and all feedback you might have for me. Cheers!

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A gentle ocean breeze blew softly through the arched terrace window and filled the small temple chamber with blessed cool air. The palm trees outside the window swayed carelessly against the wind and made a thin fluttering noise. Akrem closed his eyes as he stood and, for a moment, he allowed the gust to caress his naked body. His bronze skin was damp with scented oils and perspiration, and the placid wind was serene and much welcomed.

He held the ornate goblet of wine to his lips and drained it in one large gulp. The wine tingled upon his lips and he licked them, savoring the sweetness of the fruit. The drink’s refreshing warmth spread steadily through his lithe, muscular body as he set the goblet down on a modest wooden table next to the girl’s untouched dinner. He took his long, dark hair in powerful, dexterous fingers and reset it in a loose top knot, which he tied with a small silk band.

[F4A] Currently wearing nothing but a brass toe ring… and seeking the writer of my dreams.

Yes before you ask, I am a proud gamer girl and adore 2K, get to know me further and maybe I’ll share my gamertag!

So my title rings true, I’m currently sitting haplessly across my bed in my childhood room as my parents watch a re-run of Wheel of Fortune downstairs… and I am as bare as the day I entered this world… well, save for the brass toe ring given to me from an ex from high school.

I may seem young, naive even but I am far from anything you’ve ever seen or known, and once this tongue begins talking, you’ll give me anything I want and you’ll do it with a sly grin on your face. Plus I’m young so that’s appealing too, right?

My ask is simple: I’m a huge fan of erotica, not roleplay or telling me how you’re “gunna fuq me”. No, I’m talking about long, eloquently written tales meant to dazzle the mind and excite the extremities…. and I want them to be written all for me, based on the fantasies in my head. I want every environment richly detailed in luscious paragraphing, down to the last crack in the floorboard. I want every character fleshed out for pages until we get to the dimple above their buttocks, and I want everything described in the most expensive vocabulary that will have my toe ring slip off before the night is through.

Pleasing Miss — [D/s] [Femdom] [msub] [F/m] [Light Humiliation] [Toys] [Masturbation]

He pulled his head away, mustache and beard dripping with her taste, nose filled with her scent, and smiled to himself. He peered up at her, propped up on pillows like the goddess that she was.

“Miss? Was that okay?” He wanted her to say “no” as much as he wanted her to say “yes.” A “no” would mean that he’d be between her legs for another 15 minutes – heaven. A “yes” would mean that it would be his turn. Both possibilities made his cock quiver. He breathed heavily as he anxiously awaited her decision.

A visit to a swingers club leads to fun. MMMF

I am a 40 year old housewife who just recently discovered that I am a closet slut. My husband Justin likes this and has been encouraging this behavior. One weekend we decided to go to a local club with a bit of a reputation for swingers and like minded people. I looked sexy in a tight black dress that was short and showed off my curvy ass and tits. Justin knew I’d be getting attention tonight. ?

We were at the bar drinking when a group of three sexy young black guys walked in. Something about them drove me wild and I made my way to the dance floor and started flaunting my body. I was successful in getting all the attention of everyone, especially the black guys. I felt so slutty and I absolutely loved it! Justin knew that this was one of my fantasies and I had permission to fulfill it. I had a feeling I was going to get my wish with the way they were looking at me.
I decided to take it up a notch and went over to the stripper pole on one side of the club. I had never done this before but tonight I was working it like a real stripper and before long the bulges I saw made me feel like the hottest girl in the club. When I walked back over to Justin he was all over me. That and the fact that I just stripped in front of the whole club gave me the courage to go talk to the 3 guys I had my eye on.

Empire of Scale Story – Part II (Warning: Vore)

[Part 2! Dunno if this one is similar in length to the previous part, but I tried to keep it roughly similar. Anyway enjoy part 2, in which I am swallowed! ><]

There was a unique type of Lamia hanging out in the corner of the courtyard. She was a sea lamia, larger than their terrestrial cousins, and bearing fins on the upper and lower parts of their tails. I estimated her to be nearly twenty feet long in all, and with a torso easily twice or three times the size of one of the other lamia, who were pretty much human-sized. This sea lamia’s humanoid torso was quite enjoyable to look at. Her skin was a lovely light brown color, and her large breasts were topped with perky, dark brown nipples. She had a soft, kindly-looking face with pretty orange eyes. Below the waist, her scaled body was smooth and blue, with darker blue, nearly black stripes across her back. Actually, not so bad to look at either, if not as sexually alluring.

She was hanging out in a separate pool when I approached her, leading Vera by the hand. She was alone, and seemed to prefer it that way, but she didn’t get angry when I came up to her and greeted her sweetly.